Where It Starts

Help me

Blessed are the poor, blessed are the weak
Blessed are the bastards and the freaks
Solemnly, he breaks… Quietly, he turns away
Frightened eyes see only where it hurts
Violently forsaken, traumatized and vacant
Desperation claims the fractured son

Tell me… Tell me you love me
Tell me before it falls apart
Tell me you know just where it starts

Loving you deceives me
Loving you is all that I believe
In all that I receive
Loving you completely
Loving you is all I have to give
It’s all I want to live for

Help me… I have seen the monster’s eyes
Staring through her faces
Staring through his lies

Help me

Voices from the past echo in my head
Finding us and binding us in dread
Spoken in our silence, written in our souls
Leaving us with nothing but our ghosts
Woven into sadness, atmosphere and time
The madness paints the canvas for another crime

Show me… Show me you know me
Show me the face of your direction
And the place of your affection

Mother, am I lonely?
Mother, can you hold me in your arms
And show me where it starts?
Father, am I sacrifice?
Father, I am terrified again
Where do I begin?

Help me… I am haunted by a frightened little boy
I am trapped inside and wandering beside you
Will you teach me how to live with your creation?
I have seen the monster’s eyes, and they are mine